Slow death is best

The cat never stood a chance. Perhaps if it had been older, wiser, larger... but it hadn't been and luck had been far from its side. Soon it was dead, or mostly dead, it's lifeblood spilling out across the sand and stone of the cove. Gem and Meg had stepped back, mouths hanging open as they panted and caught their breath. The sister's muzzles were stained with blood and they seemed pretty pleased with themselves.

As the spotted dog turned and noted that Chimera was there, it seemed to perk up a bit and drew closer, inviting him to join them in a feast. The massive brute released a gruff chuckle and shook his head. "I don't eat cat." He then nodded to the dogs and, rather than eat, they quickly got to work. The sisters worked together, stripping the tawny skin from the young lion as its last breaths left its body. In the meantime, Chimera had an offer to make.

"You seem like a hard working dog and you obviously know how to hunt and to kill. Odd to see one such as you out alone." The two-toned beast rose to his paws, giving his muscled body a shake to rid his pelt of clinging debris. "I am Chimera, King of Fenmyre. My domain is an island nearby. Should you wish to become part of a pack and put your skills to good use, we'll have this lion pelt ready and waiting for you." Mismatched ears flicked forward to hear the brute's response. The dogs had made short work of stripping the pelt and were now rolling it, preparing it for transport.

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